School work semi-based on DAoC

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Just a mini story. Teacher seemed to like it.

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Prologue


Although the land of Morvalt is small and compact, the tribes that call its fields home are spread out to a certain extent that they never meet or socialize with each other. The main city, Thomell, is found to the west of Morvalt and is the only place where you might see two tribes meeting up and discussing issues that are plaguing their way of life. When two tribes are seen gatherin outside of Thomell it is usually down to a encounter of injustice amongst the followers of the two tribes. As of now, no two people from different tribes have met - for the outrage caused on both sides would result in a battle throughout Morvalt and the stronger tribe, the Savages, would be sure to dominate. Lord Crowan has done extremely well to keep the peace but whether he is such a good leader is unknown and undiscussed since he has only reigned for a couple of years, unlike his father who had totaled around 24 years of reigning over Morvalt. The old witches in the northern mountains however have condemned Lord Crowan a cultist saying it won't be long before he and his allies turn Movalt into a gold mine for himself and his army of followers.
The southern area of Morvalt is proberly the most densely populated with many tribes roaming the area such as the Bogalt Tribe and the Shadowblade Tribe, which unusually enough are the largest in number but the weakest in power. The hot temperatures always keep the inhabitants happy and the cobbled beaches are a pleasant sight as they shine with the sun resting in the seas tip. Trees cover a majority of the area and all housing is made out of wood and stone but with the calm weathering, storms are uncommon and if they do occur they never head west before becoming a major threat. The west itself is known as Savage Teritory and only the most respected tribes would dare set foot in the region. Even Lord Crowan and his army of knights stir when they must travel through the land and when they are met by the Savage Patrollsmen they give up valuable possessions if only to leave the area alive.
Savages are a fairly old tribe dating back to the 1500's. They have no mercy for those who double cross them and seem to have a huge disliking to the Shaman Tribe, who weild the power of holy. Many conflicts have broke out between the two tribes and the Savages would always taste victory for the other tribes would join them thus giving the Shaman tribe a very small chance to win. However recently, Lord Crowan has been attempting to sort the conflict between with the two and has vowed to lay war to whoever produces a step towards breaking the silence between themselves and the other tribe. This plan seems to be working but it is almost certain someone will make a bad move and will reproduce the war that will affect the whole of Morvalt and cause a death toll so great nearly all will be lost...

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A Walk Beyond Destiny – By Nicholas Bungard


Chapter 1 - Guardian


Oceaa stumbled backwards, his apprentice was really putting pressure on him and he could sense it.
''Harder boy Harder'', came the Apprentice as he pushed his shield forward into a guard like position. Oceaa was clearly tired and needed a rest, it was certain his Apprentice could see this but he payed no attention to it, instead he sustained a strong position and waited as Oceaa ran into him with his shouldar crashing fiecrely into the shield.
Oceaa belonged to the Bonedancer Tribe, a mystic tribe who learn the most valuable battle feats and also the dark magic that the demon Aanderud, used when he layed siege to Morvalt just over two hundred centuries ago. The tribe is very passionate about their way of living. They would not meet other tribes nor would they fight them - instead they just trained and trained, living in fear of a uproar throughout Morvalt. The tribe leader, Terracan was a wise man but powerless to say the least. He lived on false hope and the strength of words. He was not a leader but since he was the oldest in the tribe he was automatically refered to as the tribe leader but luckily enough for the tribe he does not make all the decisions.
The Bonedancer tribe lived in the North-West part of Morvalt, where the mountains and the desert clashed. They liked it here because it has the terrain to train on and the food to live on. They were preety much isolated from the rest of the other tribes with only the Beserker Tribe being found a couple of miles to the north. The storms that erupted there would make choosing a permanent spot to live on hard and it was rare to see the tribe lasting more than a month or so in one spot. The tribe kept themselves to themselves and so rarely had any trouble with outsiders and if a attack was made against them then they simply would move to the mountains where they would have a huge advantage against their enemies. Life was simple but peaceful. The tribe however, feared something other tribes did not, they feared of a plot that would turn the most respected tribes against the weaker tribes. It was this very reason that Oceaa was being trained up for he was suppose to be the new guardian of the town, the defender, someone to uphold the peace and to confront any enemies that dare attack. He was said to have magic powers beyond that of a normal Bonedancer but his ignorance was said to be his downfall because he had no truth in his own abilities leavin his Apprentice to do much of the work.
Oceaa himself was far different from the people that belonged to the Bonedancer tribe. He had short brown hair and deep, sorrow eyes. He was rather short with a nicely toned waist and large arms that were drvien by his training over the past few weeks. He was rather handsome to say the least and his humour was a good advantage to gettin attention, but his huge dis-like of girls was the reason he never soicalised much. He tended to think of girls as people who would expect everything handed out on a plate. They expected the men to work, hunt and defend whilst the woman sat around talking with friends and making a simple meal every night. Seeing a girl in plate armour also annoyed him thoroughly as he believed only men could be warriors, a very stubborn apporach considered by many of the females that were in the Bonedancer tribe.
As the mild air started to swell, Oceaa became weaker and weaker. He was putting everything into his attacks but he seemed to be having zero effieiency in disabling his Apprentice. It was only when Oceaa opted for a rest that his Apprentice placed his shield on the ground and started to tell Oceaa about forth-coming plans.
''Tomorrow boy, I shall be training with you no more. The time has come for you to train with people you are equally matched against. I have been delving into the Shaman Tribes training structure and they have informed me of a girl that has outmatched the trainers in the tribe. I was immensely interested about this young lady and upon seeing her myself it occured to me that she is the perfect training partner for you. She pocesses ambition, confidence and determination and will be a vital essence to your success.''
Oceaa said nothing, his pupils were black and bold and his face was screwed up in a sign of dis-belief. He knew full right not to question his Apprentice but was it so wise for him to train with a girl, someone whom he had never meet and especially someone from another tribe and background. He also hated the fact that this girl might be better them him at the arts he was so well at. However, if the Apprentice has over-judged this girl thought Oceaa, then I might be able to teach her and be her Apprentice - she would have to be loyal to me and that would make me a leader and her.... a trainee. Oceaa felt a shudder of excitement pass through him and soon enough he got up and stood straight, signifying to his Apprentice that he was ready to consume the training.
''May I ask her name'' asked Oceaa as he thrusted his sword into the Apptentices shield. His Apprentice realised the pressure on his shield and stood for a moment as if he was trying to search the back of his mind for her name, when he had remembered he raised his tone slightly in a proud and honourable manner spoke:
''Her name is Aerwyn and she is the Youngest Daughter of the Shaman Tribe Leader. Therefore one like yourself must treat her with upmost respect and dignity. Is that understood?'' Oceaa's day had took a turn for the worst, he gasped light heartedly, swalloed the saliva that itched the back of his mouth and nodded in a disapointed but understandble tone.

Oceaa woke early the next day ready to meet his new training partner. He seemed less aggravated now but the whole idea of training with a girl still bounced back and forth in his mind. Moving to the centre of the camp he noticed a fluster of people crowded together in eager anticipation. As Oceaa made his way towards them, he started to realise that they were all huddled around his new training partner Aerwyn. He made his way through the crowd until he found himself within a couple of metres distance with Aerwyn. He was shocked. She certainly looked like a warrior but at the same time she expressed beauty and confidence. He said nothing, instead he just stared at her with his deep eyes and waited for the crowd to back away. They did so - eventually, and then Oceaa began to take in the full appearance of Aerwyn:
She wore gold plate over her body that seemed flexible and strong. It covered her from her ankles to your shouldar blades where a strong coif would take over to cover preety much the neck and the back of the head. On her back lay a long blade with ancient carvings etched onto the side. Although she seemed strong, her body pocessed a lady like feel and her hips and breasts were shapped perfectly minus all the plate she was wearing. Looking away from her body, Oceaa looked her deep in the eye whilst at the same time catching a glimpse of her straight, black hair as it ran down her back. Her mouth was long and appealing and it fitted in with her cheeky look that blazed from her eyes right down to her chin.
Aerywn held our her hand infront of Oceaa and smiled, bringing a natural curve to her lips. Oceaa seemed reluctant at first but he eased himself into a natural stance and shook Aerywns hand, trying his best to keep eye contact. Her hand was soft and small but she had a sturdy grip. The two moved away from each other and soom after, Oceaa's Apprentice came out of his hut to greet Aerywn.
''Ahhh'', he spoke, ''Aerywn has arrived. It is a great honour to be in your presence and I would like to offer you some tea and possibly a meal before you start your training?'' Aerywn stood there for a moment, gazing into the dark, cloudy sky before answering.
''No thank you, If it is allowed I would like to start my training with the lad named Oceaa.'' The Apprentice seemed shocked at her decision but never the less he respected what she choose and beckoned her to follow him to the training ground with Oceaa lagging slightly behind.
''So, where is the boy?'' questioned Aerywn, a slight hint of temptation in her voice. The Apprentice stopped, turned around and motioned Oceaa to come meet Aerywn.
''I'm not sure if you two have already met but I shall still introduce both of you. Aerywn this is Oceaa, he is your training partner and is the tribes' long awaited Guardian.'' Aerwyn recognised Oceaa from their meeting in the camp but she still gave a look of shock before smiling to Oceaa and turning her head slightly. Oceaa was getting rather annoyed at Aerywn, for she kept flirting with him and it was as though she was playing with him but he remained cool giving a forced smile and expression before walking next to the Apprentice.
Half an hour or so later the trio arrived at the training camp where the area had been set up in advance. A huge tiled arena had been created with swords,shields and armour carefully laid down behind the arena. Aerywn seemed impressed and Oceaa stood staring at the arena with a slight hint of awe running through his mind. The Apprentice left them be and both Aerywn and Oceaa entered the arena. They began to warm up, stretching muscles and jogging on the spot. Oceaa would occasionally glance over at Aerywn to see how long it'd be before she was worn out. But she remained strong shaping her body in a variety of exercises. Soon, Oceaa found himself daydreaming and snapped out of it as the gulls above flapped their wings and moaned heavily.
The more intense training came later on in the afternoon where Aerywn and Oceaa were both in armour and weilding Broad Swords. They weren't hitting each other but instead moving about as if practising their footwork. Aerywn seemed very on the beat dodging many attempts was less flexible but more strong and steady. He wouldn't move about a lot but would move to the side slightly just missing the blows but having enough time to bring a attack upon Aerywn. Both seemed evenly matched and neither seemed to be trying very hard.
Throughout his first day of training, Oceaa's view of females had changed dramatically. This one girl has changed his idea of a girl from a lazy type of character to that which Oceaa was trying to infiltrate her armour. She was very flexible moving her self into a near spilts position at one point. Oceaa however, e type of person that tried her best to be as good as a male. However, this didn't mean he suddenly enjoyed being around girls as he didn't but it did make him think a bit more and remember to not judge a book by its cover.
As the sun lowered its posture in the sky, Oceaa and Aerywn decided to take it easy and head back to camp. Both were very tired and worn out and Oceaa could feel his muscles aching from all the hard work. Before he started training with Aerywn life was very easy because he had little or no competition. But now he had someone to compete against and to prove to them how much of a warrior he is. As they arrived at camp everyone was asleep and only the owls could be heard singing as they stood against the branches that swayed in the light breeze. Oceaa and Aerywn said nothing to each other but instead they disapeared into their huts where they would sleep for the night. Oceaa had trouble sleeping that night. He couldn't stop thinking about Aerywn and how her appearance had shocked him totally. She seemed so beautiful and she was the type of person he would assosiate with being a true female. However, even with this in mind his dislike of females seemed to grow ever more and he wad dreading tomorrow where he and she would have to train together, again...

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Chapter 2 - Fate ?


Standing upright, Oceaa now began to realise how much of a challenge Aerwyn was. Her blade had caught him in the cheek twice now and her agility made it especially hard for him to hit her. Never-the-less, he grabbed his sword up from the ground and swung at Aerywn yet again, the air making a faint sound as it moved with the swords blade. Aerwyn failed to dodge this attack and was left with a firm cut to her arm, the only part of the arm which her armor was not covering. The exchange of clashing of blades stopped a couple of hours later when Aerwyn made her way back to town to eat. Oceaa however, didn't head back to town, instead he stood with his blade firmly placed in his right hand, gazing up at the sky as the clouds battled furiously over who would get the divine heat of the sun.
Oceaa's mind was tired and confused. Over the last couple of days he had been deciding whether the awe in his body was a sign of affection towards Aerwyn or a sign of hate. He believed they shared something, but whether it was love or power he couldn't decipher. It was only after a slight breeze had ruffled the trees and strangled the bushes that Oceaa came out of his day-dreaming and noticed, infront of him, a dim, but visible light. It wasn't very big, maybe a couple of inches but it had a atmosphere about it that echoed like a wolf howling, throughout the surrounding area. Pushing his own arm ******ds Oceaa realised that the light was merely a figurement of his imagination but he couldn't shrug it off, no matter how hard he tried. His Apprentice said it was a sign of good luck to imagine a light moving with your every stride but Oceaa was convinced he was having little luck with anything recently.
It wasn't until the mist overlayed the sky that Oceaa decided it would be wise to head to camp. He hadn't eaten for the best part of the day and his muscles were tense and stiff. Passing the grass as it danced rhymictly, Oceaa began to hear shouting. He stopped in his tracks and scouted the area to try and see where the noise was coming from. After moving in a complete circle Oceaa realised that the noise was coming from camp. He made no effort to listen to the noise anymore instead he moved, swiftly, to camp. The shouting got closer and closer as he advanced and his grip on his sword was tight, so tight that he could feel the pain of his hand transfer to the blade. Passing the last area of woodland, Oceaa was now less than 200 yards from the camp, yet he didn't carry on, instead he stopped and gazed into the area he called home...
Flames ate away at the huts, the roofs were already demolished, leaving a birds-eye-view into the smashed remains inside. The walls lay bruised as they whimpered in the moonlight. The centre of camp revealed movement and choas. People were running about in all directions, some bumping into each other, others being knocked down, only to be trampled on the many others that took the same route. Upon further searching Oceaa began to notice what appeared to be the source of the problem. In bright gold armor with swords that cursed the ground stood 5 men, each walking firmly attacking anyone that lay in their path. Oceaa dropped his sword, anger raged through him, he cleanced his fists, closed his eyes and stood there focusing on what he was viewing. Almost instantly, a bolt of shock hit Oceaa's mind... Aerywn. Picking up his sword, Oceaa rushed down to the camp, watching as he ran, the camp being struck down by the sinister warriors that lay siege to his home.
As soon as the warriors noticed Oceaa, they ran at him, each hosting a wicked smile that pounded the back of Oceaa's mind. He rushed at them directly, his eyes burning red with rage. They did the same, a brush of confident whipping their cloaks as they blew in the wind. Oceaa, as soon as he reached the warriors, threw himself over the top of them, his sword thrusting behind his back as he landed. Oceaa turned slightly, dragging his sword along the ground and into one of the warriors chest. He stumbled backwards, one hand on his chest and the other reaching for the blade of his sword. But Oceaa wasted no time - he jumped forward, his sword taking another slash at the warrior, this time in the neck. Watching him fall made Oceaa more confident and aware, causing him to turn at great pace and face the two warriors that were charging at him. Their swords met his, and Oceaa found himself in a bruttle test of strength against two warriors. He knew he couldn't stop them from attacking him for long so he ducked, letting their swords crash into him, cutting his arm in several places. They leaned their swords upright ready to attack him properly but it was too late. Oceaa has already caught one in the face and was swinging at the other with great force. Both dropped soon after leaving Oceaa with a severaly cut arm and two more warriors left to deal with.
Unusually enough both didn't step forward to take on Oceaa. Instead one pulled out his blade and made his way towards him with the other standing firmly, leaning on the hut to the right of him.
''You'll pay for what you have done'' yelled Oceaa, a pumping fury noticeable in his voice.
''One such as yourself has neither the power nor the confidence to take me down. I would advise you to give up now before we dispose of you like we did the others in the camp.''
''You underestimate my power, and for doing so you will fall by the blade of my sword!'' As the bitter words were exchanged, Oceaa walked towards the warrior with a look of fear in his eye. He knew he could not succedd in destroying the two warriors but his ego was too high to admit so. Instead he would face them head on and die trying. Oceaa make a strike for the warrior, moving his sword with great agility but he missed... by a considerable amount. Turning around, Oceaa noticed the warrior had moved a great deal of space in a few seconds, something he nor his apprentice could do. The warrior hit Oceaa hard, not with his blade but with his fist. But the attack was still extremely powerful and it knocked Oceaa back a couple of yards leaving him with a cut lip and damaged self-esteem. Getting up Oceaa noticed that the warriors each wore a robe with a embleem emblazed on the back. Upon closer examination he found that they both belonged to the Savage Tribe thus explaining their great strength and speed. The warrior picked Oceaa up off the ground using a single hand and proceeded to choke him whilst laughing in his face. Oceaa's mind began to get foggy as he gasped for air. He could feel his heart pumping slower and slower and his lungs searching for air in his lifeless body.
''Once you dispose of this one, we'll make a start towards getting to camp. The shaman girl is in front and we will need to get with the rest to protect her from the masses of Shaman Warriors that are bound to come our way sooner or later.'' The two warriors nodded in agreement as Oceaa felt the grip on his throat gettin tighter.
''Aerwyn !'' thought Oceaa, ''She made her way to camp early, she's the shaman girl they captured. She won't be able to take these guys down alone. She'll need help....... she'll need me!'' With this said Oceaa began to reclaim strength in his body. He felt his own lungs give a huge surge of courage accompanied by his heart trying its best to send blood around the body. ''She needs me'' Oceaa said to himself continiously, ''she needs me, she needs me, she needs me !!'' Oceaa opened his eyes in a frantic rush and cleanched his fist tight before throwing it with great pace into the warriors chest. The warrior was taken by suprise and dropped Oceaa before stumbiling to the side gasping for air. Oceaa wasted no time with this encounter, he ran up to the warrior and hit him several more times before knocking him to the ground with a powerful kick. The other warrior had just realised what had happened and was rushing towards Oceaa from behind to take him by suprise. But Oceaa had turned swiftly, burying him in several well placed punches before pulling the warriors own blade out of its case and slashing him severely. This all happened within a couple of seconds and was finished with Oceaa driving his sword into the other warriors heart causing him to die instantly. Oceaa dropped the sword and bent down to examine the warriors robe. It was very rough and offered good protection and was a dark blue colour that looked like a deep black into the moonlight. In one of the pockets lay a parchment which Oceaa read. It has a couple of scribbled notes on it -
Aerwyn Fort, West Morvalt
Oceaa knew what this meant and he also knew that the only way he would ever see Aerwyn again would be to head to West Morvalt into the deadly lands of the Savages.
During the next couple of days Oceaa didn't set off to West Morvalt but instead he trained on his own. He would do it for 23 hours of the day before resting for the last hour. This way of intense training was killing him slowly but he didn't care. The only thing that was on his mind at the moment was resucing Aerwyn and if that meant dieing in the process then so be it. In several points of the training he would get so annoyed he would drive his own blade into his arm. To the on-lookers who watched and cursed him it was presumed aggrogance but for Oceaa himself, he saw it as a punishment for letting Aerwyn go. Oceaa's abilities were increasing by every hour that passed. He trained himself in the art of mortal combat [hand to hand] and learnt some of the battle feats that his apprentice was due to teach him in several years time.
On his third day of training, Oceaa noticed his apprentice walk up the hill to greet him. He didn't stop training instead he called over to his apprentice who answered with a hasty sprint to the top of the hill.
''Greetings Oceaa, I take it you are training to rescue Aerwyn. I was told of the attack by the Savages as was the Shaman Tribe. They vowed to get revenge but It was discussed thoroughly and instead they agreed it would be best for a Bonedancer to rescue Aerwyn. I had you in mind the whole time.''
''I would have rescued her with or without your consent master,'' replied Oceaa, ''it was only a couple of days ago that i realised how much Aerwyn means to me and the fact that I caused her to be abducted makes me even more intent on killing the Savage Tribe and rescueing her. The apprentice looked shocked but he also had a glint of admirity in his eyes for he knew that Oceaa was a warrior destined to be the strongest on Morvalt and now he was beginning to show it.
''That's all well'' spoke the apprentice quietly, ''but before you do go I need to discuss something with you.'' Sitting down on the hard ground, the apprentice continued: ''When you was born, your father received a visit from Lord Crowan. He had received word that you were to be the greatest warrior in Morvalt, the protector of the Bonedancer Tribe. Your father laughed at the comments made but when he began to see you in action, his idea and perspective of you changed. He feared that what Lord Crowan said was true. But what he feared the most was the fact that you might use the insane powers you hold against the good people of Morvalt. Before he died, he told me to make sure you don't use those powers for evil. So now I am warning you... be careful where you tread because even those you judge as allies might eventually turn out to be the new era of your downfall.'' Oceaa was amazed. His father had kept so much from him even stuff that he should have known about. He wanted to be alone now, to test out these 'insane' powers he supposedly held.
''Master,'' came Oceaa with a fake questionable tone in his voice, ''is that all ?'' His apprentice struggled to respond as if he had forgotten whether there was anything else worth mentioning. His old age was proberly to blame for this but It was rather strange as he still kept amazingly fit and knew an awful lot regarding present times and past declarations that existed before even Oceaa's father had been born.
''Lastly, I have been told to give you a offering from the Shaman Tribe.'' The apprentice pulled out a sword from behind him and handed it to Oceaa with great carefulness, his hands outstretched as if he was offering himself to Oceaa. ''It is a Dragon Slayer,'' the apprentice continued, ''It processes magical power which comes from the power of Holy. Aerwyn used it herself when she was younger and now the Shaman Tribe want you to use it to banish the evil that had captured Aerwyn.'' Oceaa surveyed the sword with wide, beady eyes before walking away, and continuing his training. His apprentice hoped their little talk would have made him resign from training if only for a couple of hours but Oceaa was determined to rescue Aerwyn and doing it without any intense training was unlikely.
''Tomorrow, I shall head off to West Morvalt,'' thought Oceaa, ''It's about time I gave something back to the land that has brought me up!''

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mmmm, chaper 3 is on a disk somewhere, will post rest later.